Why is it that we fear
Things we know nothing about
Even though they might be right
In front of you ?
Shallow ideas and thoughts we conceive
But our senses happily and guiltily deceive
Despite the information and messages we receive
So how do we truly perceive
What is definite, tangible and clear ?
Answers won’t be found in the wind.
Instead, we must diligently toil on to find
The roots that grow and the ties that bind
Our constant daily, turgid grind
Against the ragings of the mind
Before eternal sleep takes hold and we are blind.